I took the car to a store and did some shopping and on the way home, I had an honest-to-God brake failure at the top of some hillstreet named Van-something.
I don't remember how many 'Bullit' crossroads I went through, I'm guessing 3 - 5 ... and every one was a heart attack.
I know I'm saved because the angels kept all cross traffic from my point of entry.
(I should add that the brakes went out during a down shift ... I never caught the gear ... I was in neutral all the way).
When I got to the bottom of the hill, I was able to steer the thing off to the side and scraped along a curb 'till I stopped.
I'd forgotten that until this thread.
Yup ... BULLIT.
Wow! What a great story! I like to watch the oldest “Dirty Harry” flicks because they show San Francisco the way it was then. Remember the old Cost Plus on the waterfront? *sigh* The coolest place on Planet Earth.